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The Child I Carry for Tomorrow: My Journey Through a Fading Nation.”
I have always believed that every nation, no matter how battered or bruised, survives through the quiet courage of ordinary people. For me, that courage isn’t found in the streets where soldiers march, nor in the offices where policies are drafted. It lives in the hushed breath of a newborn child, in the trembling hands of a mother, in the unseen decisions families make when they choose whether or not to bring life into a world that seems to be crumbling.
I have watched Ukraine — my Ukraine, the one I know through stories, headlines, and the quiet sorrow that slips between words — lose ten million of her people in just a few years. Ten million human lives carried off by war, fear, migration, and silence. When I read that number, it echoed in me like a hollow drum. I couldn’t shake it off. It felt as if a portion of the sky had dropped to the earth, as if something sacred had been taken away.
But this story is not just about the numbers. It is not just about policies, payments, or programs. It’s about me…
